No more livin' life behind a shadow
She didn't come out to play anymore.
She couldn't bare to look anyone in the eyes.
Claira didn't look at her the same anymore. Rhy didn't look at her the same anymore. Her baby didn't know her for the longest time - didn't know his own mommy anymore.
Jade didn't remember much of the months she spent in the darkness. She couldn't remember much of what she did in the time she was controlled by the demon. She didn't know who she was then, what she said, or worse, what she destroyed. She destroyed too much to keep track. Schools, districts, hospitals, families, lives, people.
The demon had it's own agenda, but it used her hatred and need for vengeance. So, it used her, but in a way it was all her. It grew from her hates, her worries, her aches inside her. The things the demon did were things Jade would never do, but would make sense to someone looking in on a crazed Jade. She 'called' to the Demon Lilith for power, but the darkness already inside her. The darkness Raven was far greater than any other demon or demi god Jadden could have called herself. The Darkness knew that; it was all an act. It was an act to make it look like Jade had lost her mind. It worked. But Jade wasn't really there. She wasn't there at all. She was lost in the darkness.
That's what hurt the most out of it all, that she couldn't remember. All she heard was in the screams in her head. One day, the darkness was gone. Her body was left mangled; the demon had been defeated. All the darkness was gone. She awoke in the Ravenlock compound, confused and hurt. She knew nothing but the screaming in her head. The screams that weren't hers, but the laughter was. They tried to explain things the best they could to her, but really she couldn't take it all in. Nothing made sense. Her head hurt. Jade couldn't look her own brother in the eyes. Brian was the last thing she knew before the darkness took over her. That one memory she couldn't shake. And they say it's been over a year since then. What had happened? It all hurt just trying to find the memories in her head.
Dakota was gone, she knew that. Where was her baby? Where was Claira?
She demanded to go back home. They agreed, as long as she stayed until her body was enough healed. Human now, the time in the Iron Maiden took a great toll on her. Thin, bone thin, she was. Near death, the demon kept her, kept them all. Too weak to fight back or come back, but strong enough to live on. A terrible existence. One she didn't even much remember.
It took a full week before she could go home. During that week, she built up her trust of her brother and Jenai. Brian wasn't the Brian she last remembered; that was Raven. He tried and tried to explain that to her, but her weary eyes told all. Her fuzzy mind couldn't wrap itself around much. She didn't allow her children, though she missed them more than anything else in the world, to see her. Not like she was.
When she was finally able to go home, she went to her home before taking her children with her. It showed exactly what Brian was trying to tell her. Fights, evil, darkness, a life she knew not of. She didn't want to believe him, but she knew she was going to have to. This was all true. She hired someone to clean her home before she stepped foot into it again.
Jade went back to her children. The meeting was tearful, on all accounts. But mostly because her own baby didn't know her. Shilah didn't even know his own mother. She had missed so much because of the demon. She remembered nothing, but her little Claira Ann knew everything. They continued to stay with Rhy and Dean while the house was being remodeled and the caverns made under the house were filled in.
After that was done, they went back home.
They went back home, but something was still missing. Family. The house still felt oddly empty. The ties between the three still wasn't right. The house, though it was the last home she knew, now didn't feel like hers or theirs anymore. It felt unfamiliar. With Dakota passed and all that had just happened, it just wasn't right. Nothing felt right.
She didn't come out to play anymore.
She couldn't bare to look anyone in the eyes.
Claira didn't look at her the same anymore. Rhy didn't look at her the same anymore. Her baby didn't know her for the longest time - didn't know his own mommy anymore.
Jade didn't remember much of the months she spent in the darkness. She couldn't remember much of what she did in the time she was controlled by the demon. She didn't know who she was then, what she said, or worse, what she destroyed. She destroyed too much to keep track. Schools, districts, hospitals, families, lives, people.
The demon had it's own agenda, but it used her hatred and need for vengeance. So, it used her, but in a way it was all her. It grew from her hates, her worries, her aches inside her. The things the demon did were things Jade would never do, but would make sense to someone looking in on a crazed Jade. She 'called' to the Demon Lilith for power, but the darkness already inside her. The darkness Raven was far greater than any other demon or demi god Jadden could have called herself. The Darkness knew that; it was all an act. It was an act to make it look like Jade had lost her mind. It worked. But Jade wasn't really there. She wasn't there at all. She was lost in the darkness.
That's what hurt the most out of it all, that she couldn't remember. All she heard was in the screams in her head. One day, the darkness was gone. Her body was left mangled; the demon had been defeated. All the darkness was gone. She awoke in the Ravenlock compound, confused and hurt. She knew nothing but the screaming in her head. The screams that weren't hers, but the laughter was. They tried to explain things the best they could to her, but really she couldn't take it all in. Nothing made sense. Her head hurt. Jade couldn't look her own brother in the eyes. Brian was the last thing she knew before the darkness took over her. That one memory she couldn't shake. And they say it's been over a year since then. What had happened? It all hurt just trying to find the memories in her head.
Dakota was gone, she knew that. Where was her baby? Where was Claira?
She demanded to go back home. They agreed, as long as she stayed until her body was enough healed. Human now, the time in the Iron Maiden took a great toll on her. Thin, bone thin, she was. Near death, the demon kept her, kept them all. Too weak to fight back or come back, but strong enough to live on. A terrible existence. One she didn't even much remember.
It took a full week before she could go home. During that week, she built up her trust of her brother and Jenai. Brian wasn't the Brian she last remembered; that was Raven. He tried and tried to explain that to her, but her weary eyes told all. Her fuzzy mind couldn't wrap itself around much. She didn't allow her children, though she missed them more than anything else in the world, to see her. Not like she was.
When she was finally able to go home, she went to her home before taking her children with her. It showed exactly what Brian was trying to tell her. Fights, evil, darkness, a life she knew not of. She didn't want to believe him, but she knew she was going to have to. This was all true. She hired someone to clean her home before she stepped foot into it again.
Jade went back to her children. The meeting was tearful, on all accounts. But mostly because her own baby didn't know her. Shilah didn't even know his own mother. She had missed so much because of the demon. She remembered nothing, but her little Claira Ann knew everything. They continued to stay with Rhy and Dean while the house was being remodeled and the caverns made under the house were filled in.
After that was done, they went back home.
They went back home, but something was still missing. Family. The house still felt oddly empty. The ties between the three still wasn't right. The house, though it was the last home she knew, now didn't feel like hers or theirs anymore. It felt unfamiliar. With Dakota passed and all that had just happened, it just wasn't right. Nothing felt right.